Hind's 'Feat'

Rusty rock scrabble
Crunches under my boots
Carefully 
I place my feet
Been kicked down
Your steep face
Before
When I
Heedless
Scrambled up
Until
Rock rolled
Ankle
Pain
Torture
Crash
Black… 
            ...tumble …
                                 ...down
You...
...didn't trip me
...didn't catch me
Either
Did you?
"Dad! Dad!"
Frightful eyes
Over mine
On that ledge
Of disaster
Frightened me
Made me careful
Full 
Of 
Care
Now
There is no one
To rescue
To even see me
Yet
I feel your care
Always 
Always 
Yours
I know
I know
Also
Your indifference
When I don't...
...when I'm-- 
Care--
--less
David said
"He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet: 
And setteth me upon my high places." *
So, yeah
I didn't make my feet
I make my steps, though
When not 
As grateful
And mindful as 
Beauty
Deserves 
Deserve I
Indifference 
By grace
You're still here
For me
To tread lovingly
In no
Heated rush
Graced 
Am I 
To know
There's
So much more
Than just 
Surmounting you
There's every 
Little leaf 
Little flower
Little bug
Every 
Little 
Detail
My layered Beauty
I document
My "feat"
But 
I'm no conqueror
My only esteem
Is
I treasure you



Psalm 18:33 King James Version (KJV)?

carefree verse

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